My Dad and My Hero

I imagined a life before my own with you.

It was a sweet dream that felt like a glimpse of what was supposed to happen.

At that moment I realised what was taken from me and what would have happened.

But the moment I pictured never occured so I couldn't have experienced it first hand.

I went through my childhood wishing that what had happened to you wasn't apart of God's plan.

But sadly, it was.

You did'nt deserve this life.

You had a family, three children and a wonderful wife; but like the real world fairytales dont exsist and everythig isn't forever.

Some dreams flurish and grow while my dream for you crashed and failed.

Before you even had a chance to catch up your life heading south.

I am sorry for what happened even if it wasn't my fault. 

I wish that that epilepsy would go back into the place it crawled out of.

I never got to see how you were in the past.

I hear diffrent things about you each time.

Brianna, your father, a hero, a romantic, a lover, a hugger, a scholar, an athlete, the most compassionate person, the provider, the sweetheart,the amazing and the most to sacrifice. 

For you he gave it all up.

He's your protector he always did and always will.

This poem is about: 
My family
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